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"Relax," Ralph said. "You're hurt. Orland, get back to your family. Bar the doors." The farmer hesitated until he saw the look of steel in Ralph's eyes, and then he bowed and rushed out of the barn. Ralph grabbed his armor and started putting the pieces into place, making sure his sword was in...

Ralph tensed, his hand moving toward his hip. The lack of contact prompted the thought, Left my sword in the barn. Ralph clenched his fist, twisted his body just slightly. As the old man grew close to enough to see, Ralph realized he'd seen him before. Well, drawn him before, to be precise, and...

Orland pulled the doors shut again from inside the barn. The farmer appeared to have the matter in hand, and Ralph could not let an old man suffer under the fury of the storm. Ralph sprinted from the cover the overhanging roof toward the figure. When Ralph figured he was close enough to be...

I'm still here. Winding down holiday stuff.

I'm still here. Winding down holiday stuff.

Ralph sat on the floor, his sketchpad on his lap, the box of colored pencils near his knee. The TV was on, and Mom sat in her chair, blanket across her lap, watching Jessica Fletcher piece together clues in order to save some fictional famous actress's life. Anne, Ralph's sister, sat at the...

Just checking in to let folks know I'm still around. I've tweaked Ralph's character sheet a bit. I'm not planning on doing anything especially outré regarding his race, class features, et cetera. I am likely to play a bit with the idea that he exists in two worlds. When Ralph Crenshaw the...

Good day. Real life interfered. Half the family down with food poisoning over the weekend, and I was under sedation much of yesterday for some pretty hefty dental work. More or less have my wits back today. Time to play catch up with my students, and then get things moving again elsewhere.

Ralph Crenshaw the Outlander NG Human (Variant) Fighter 1

Update! Our Saturday Game has moved to d20 Modern focusing on the crew of a space station who find themselves flung 250,000,000 years into the future. Our Sunday AD&D game continues, but will likely shift over to 5E some time in January 2020.

Forgot I was in charge of the spelling bee when I was making extracurricular plans for the week. I'm tired and delayed. I'll try to move the game along ASAP. Until then, smoke 'em if you got 'em.

Ralph Crenshaw does not fit in. Not at home, where his older sister excels at everything she does and his younger brother is already taller and stronger and faster. Not at school, where letters don't always look like they should and words seem too big to say with confidence. Not even with his...

Thanks. I didn't feel like doing much math. :)

OOC: The Statue of Liberty is there. That is what's left of New York City. Yes, things move: the waves, the seagulls, et cetera.

Add another 3 XP. I don't have access to the rules right now, but I'll be working out the details of the "shelter" and posting those to the RG thread. Welcome to the future of the 1970s!

"Now," says the program, "we save your world." The light from the circle flares, turning into translucent cylinder surrounding the students. "Initiate nano-reconstruction." The shelter shimmers, briefly appearing to be thousands of cubes which fragment into thousands of cubes. The table...

The program says, "But screw your courage to the sticking-place, and we'll not fail. Macbeth, Act One, scene seven."